Within Overlooked. Al Amin

      Mr. Don't Care

      When I lie down on a secured bed,

      I enjoy the whole night smooth;

      Limbs go around seeking for more comfort,

      Head makes the pillow move around,

      Quilt gets disturbed by the kicks.

      Yet I wake up with a bad mood;

      Wishing to have more soothing interlude!

      Days pass by, months and the years duck down the same,

      No changes I find in me for the sake of the aflame.

      I hear the news of the East and the West;

      Innocents killed, raped, driven from home;

      The alive cut into pieces,

      The naives caused to get naked for no-cause,

      And get them dog bites and shoot.

      Alike the whole humanity of this silent criminal world,

      My heart also doesn't bother 'bout the innocent cry.

      Rather, my tongues get dry ---

      Dry to advertise false humanitarian appeals

      Alongside the so called philanthropic Nations--

      To say all naive cries good-bye.

      Days pass by, months and the years duck down the same,

      No changes I find in me for the sake of the aflame.

      Who gonna listen to me!

      Alike you I did have my lovely parents;

      To care me & give me hug,

      To feed me the best I wished whenever anywhere,

      To make me lie down on the sweet couch oh dear!

      Showers of their devoted love covered me from any danger.

      Celebrations in my desire

      I could celebrate the best with gifts occurred.

      The brutal army came and wake me up;

      Holding me tight, shuttered my voice.

      I had no choice but to see the living death of my beloved parents.

      They killed them and left me alone.

      Survival for the fittest doesn't touch my lips,

      How can I expect my past days of happiness!

      Tomorrow is my memorable day!

      But I am Mumless, Dadless, Ah! I wish -

      All children to be happy and not to loss any parents like me.

      My happiness lies in yours;

      In the corners of your hearts if you give a little space!

      Zero Identity

      She is filling up the form,

      Name, first and second

      Along her Mum & Dad,

      Address of the last ten years;

      She used to live.

      Whenever and wherever my turn comes,

      My eyes get dry-

      Dry coz of no tears of the past sorrows and laments.

      Thoughts and ideas get lost;

      They cracked down and lost in the gusty thick dust.